Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 685 The State Assigns Boyfriends (11)

Qi Mian brought He home again.

Father Qi had already left the house to busy himself with his own affairs.

Qi Mian's mother passed away early, and there was no one in the house, so it seemed empty.

Qi Mian pulled down the zipper of his coat, revealing the white cotton top inside. The young man's brows and eyes were clear, he didn't look like a soldier, but more like a bookish student.

But when he raised his eyebrows, his narrow eyebrows showed a bit of sharpness, and he looked a little lazy.

However, he has a straight posture, and the two contradictory feelings are not abrupt on him.

Qi Mian took off her coat, and the movement was a little too big, and when she raised her hand, the clothes were pulled up, revealing a section of her white waist.

He blinked again, and suddenly he was no longer sleepy.

Qi Mian noticed the girl's burning gaze for a moment, and raised her eyebrows in doubt.

"looking at what?"

He smiled again: "The waist is really thin."

Qi Mian paused.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked over in astonishment.

Only then did He realize that he had just accidentally told the truth.

She actually molested the cold young soldier...

Fortunately, she is still a character set of a rebellious girl, otherwise He You really doesn't know how to get back what she just said.

Qi Mian frowned: "You're a girl, so be careful when you speak."

He just felt that Guan Er shouldn't say such a thing, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with saying it to himself.

He felt relieved again, still smiling.

"Is Commander Qi shy?"

Qi Mian glanced at her indifferently, then curled her lips suddenly.

When he smiled, the tails of his eyes were raised slightly, and the unruly lazy evil spirit at the corners of his eyes and brows could not be hidden.

The young man lazily drew his lips together, his eyes gleaming under thick long eyelashes.

"Want to touch?"

He You: ...

There is evil heart but no courage.

Seeing that she was really hesitating, Qi Mian lowered her brows and eyes amusedly.

He patted He You on the head lightly, with a smile in his voice.

"Stop thinking about it."

He pouted again.

How can this be called a crooked brain?

Qi Mian led He to the living room to sit down and brought her a bottle of juice.

"It's cold, drink less."

He got up and went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes, and asked He to wait in the living room for a while.

He took another sip of the juice and looked up at the calligraphy works on the wall.

It was written by Qi Mian.

Handwriting is chic, with a fierce air.

They all say that their words are like their own, and Qi Mian is indeed like that.

He rubbed his chin again, thinking.

Qi Mian is indeed the least soldier-like soldier.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Qi Mian had already changed his clothes and came back.

The boy was wearing an apricot-colored shirt, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and he rolled up his sleeves as he walked.

"I make breakfast and eat something simple."

He clawed at the door frame again to look at him.

Qi Mian lowered her eyes slightly, her plain white fingertips were still stained with some water droplets, her rolled up cuffs revealed a section of her glistening white wrist.

He blinked again: "Can you still cook?"

Qi Mian responded lightly, "A little bit."

He poked his head again and glanced at him, deliberately talking to anger him.

"It doesn't look very tasty."

Qi Mian raised her eyebrows.

The young man was slender and straight, and when he was walking this way, he casually raised his hand and patted He You on the head.

"Are you afraid that I will retaliate against you in the future?"

After all, he was entrusted to watch her for a while.

He was silent for a while, and smiled flatteringly.

"Brother, good brother, be kind to me."

The girl's brows are agile, her round pupils are bright and beautiful, and she doesn't have the slightest bit of embarrassment when trying to please her.

Qi Mian smiled lightly, her voice was light.

"Look at my mood."

(End of this chapter)